"Porridge?" he called out irritably.
Chiang Xiao rolled her eyes and shoved the cracked thermos into his hands.
Meng Chaojun initially thought he wouldn't be able to hold it, as his hands had been completely weak just moments ago. Yet unexpectedly, his hands were steady, no longer trembling.
He was stunned for a moment.
Old Meng grunted, "Do you feel much better now?"
"Dad, I think it's starting to wear off."
"Wear off my ass!" Old Meng spat, "Do you know what Little gave you to drink? That's some rare potion!"
Meng Chaojun looked toward the military canteen Chiang Xiao held, repeating bewilderedly, "Potion?"
He just thought it had a slight taste of tea. That was potion?
"What kind of medicine works that fast?"
Old Meng walked to the door, looked outside, then closed it and returned to the bedside, lowering his voice.
